Thursday 25 August 2011

Edgar the Sloth

- There you go, son.

- What is it?

- A sloth.

- Is it dead?

- No, it just doesn’t move.

- What use is it?

- A seat maybe, or foot-rest, I dunno.


Edgar could hear leaden voices surrounding him, the empty verdicts of sedentary minds.

He went to the toilet on the floor unbeknownst.


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